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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.