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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 electroclash 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.