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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.