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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.