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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
The Index,
Franke,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.