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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.