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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.