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 Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hardrive to the techno 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
X-101,
The Sound,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.