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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Smog,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.