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 Albania and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.