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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.