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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.