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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.