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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Nico,
Brick,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.