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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.