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 Burkina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the disco 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.