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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Hood to the funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.