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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 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 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.