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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Sparks,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.