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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Can,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.