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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.