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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Aswad to the techno 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.