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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Skatalites to the grunge 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.