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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 oboe 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.