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 Zambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.