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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ludus to the rock 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.