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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Q65,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.