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 Iceland 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Slave,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.