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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
World's Most,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.