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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Gong,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.