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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Franke,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.