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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.