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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.