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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.