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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.