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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.