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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.