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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.