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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.