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 United States and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.