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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.