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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Tres Demented 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.