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 Jordan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
The Names,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.