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 Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sam Rivers to the punk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.