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 Maldives 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
DNA,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.