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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.