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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the crunk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.