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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tremeloes to the dance 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.