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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.