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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.