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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Swans,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.