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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neon Judgement to the electroclash 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.