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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.