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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 snare 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 Darondo to the jazz 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.