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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 The Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.