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 Jamaica and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.