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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.