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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
UT,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.