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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Offenders to the funk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.