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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.