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 Monaco 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.