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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.