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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Grauzone 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.