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 United Kingdom 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Mad Mike to the rock 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.