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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.