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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.