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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Brick,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.