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 Nepal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 güiro 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.