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 Kenya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
X-101,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Skaos,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.