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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.