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 Guyana and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Victims to the rap 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.