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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.