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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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?
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.