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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Brick,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.