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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.