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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Technova,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.