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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Intrusion to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.