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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 X-102 to the grunge 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.