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 Somalia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.