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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Mars,
Magma,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.