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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.