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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.