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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.