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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 The Happenings to the crunk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Ituana,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.