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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.