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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.