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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Essential Logic to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.