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 Hungary and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.