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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 chamberlin 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.