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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.