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 Swaziland and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.