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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.