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 South Africa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Swans,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Mars,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.