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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Swans,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.