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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.