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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.