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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.