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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force 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?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.