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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Can,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
MC5,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.