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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Pantytec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
10cc,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.