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 Romania and from Portland.
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 Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 The Techniques to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.