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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.