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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.