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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
AZ,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.