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 Benin and from Edmonton.
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 Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Can,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.