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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Pagans,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.