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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shadows of Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.