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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Moby Grape to the rap 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.