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 Croatia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Fear,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.