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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.