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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the dance 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
ABBA,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.