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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.