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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.