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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.