Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Move to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Nas,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
X-102,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.