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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.