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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.