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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.