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 Macedonia and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.