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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.