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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.