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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.