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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Monks 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Slave,
cv313,
New Order,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.