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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.