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 Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.