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 Tonga 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.