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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Television,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.