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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.