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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Busters 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson 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?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.