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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Pole,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.