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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Monks,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.