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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hoover to the funk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Pylon,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.