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 Yemen and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.