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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 to the dance 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.