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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ 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?
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.