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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Can,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.