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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.