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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.