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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 the Association to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Scion,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.