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 Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.