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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Jandek,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.