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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.