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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Crime,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.