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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Hot Snakes 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Nas,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.