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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Shoche to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.