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 Monaco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Brick,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.