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 Armenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.