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 United States and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Franke,
Section 25,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.