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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.