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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 mellotron 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.