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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.