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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.