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 Yemen and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neu! to the crunk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Gong,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.