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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Mantronix to the rap 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.