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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Index,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.