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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.