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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 The Raincoats to the grime 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.