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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.