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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.