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 Laos and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Rotary Connection to the punk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.