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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
10cc,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.