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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.