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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 spring reverb 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.