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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
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Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Index,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.