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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.