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 India and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.