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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the funk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.