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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.