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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.