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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Q65,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.