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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.