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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
cv313,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.