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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Babytalk to the dance 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Wire,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.