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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Mars,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.