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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Pole,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.