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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
New Order,
The Busters,
This Heat,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.