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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.