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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Duran Duran to the disco 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Scion,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.