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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the rock 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.