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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.