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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Television,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.