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 London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.