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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.