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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.