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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.