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 Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.