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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.