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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.