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 Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.