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 Tajikistan 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
the Normal,
JFA,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.