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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Television,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.