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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.