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 Albania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Basic Channel 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.