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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Slave,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Television,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.