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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.