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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.