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 Cuba and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Mandrill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.