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 Ukraine 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the rap 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.