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 Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.