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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.