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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the dance 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.