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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.