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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Grauzone to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.