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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.