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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
JFA,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.