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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Dark Day to the techno 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.