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 Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.