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 Maldives 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Sight & Sound to the grime 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.