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 Belarus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.