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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the techno 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.