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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.