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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Little Man to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.