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 Italy and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.