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 States and from Shanghai.
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 Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.