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 Egypt and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Can,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.