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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.