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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fire Engines to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.