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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the rock 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Oneida,
ABBA,
MDC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.