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 Comoros 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.