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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.