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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
The Litter,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.