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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Fear,
the Germs,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.