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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.