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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.