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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the crunk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.