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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Black Dice 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
AZ,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.