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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.