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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Mars,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.