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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Bananas to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.