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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.