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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.