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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Unwound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.