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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Flipper to the techno 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.