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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Nirvana to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
The Fall,
UT,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.