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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Cymande,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.