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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.