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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.