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 Ghana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Gong,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Smog,
The Invisible,
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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.