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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.