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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Television to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.