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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the funk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.