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 France and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Patti Smith to the techno 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.