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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Negative Approach to the rap 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.