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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.