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 Haiti and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.