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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.