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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the techno 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.