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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 New Order to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.