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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Ten City to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.