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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.