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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.