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 Spain and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
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Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
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.