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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.