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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 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 Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.