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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.