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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the disco 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.