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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Television,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.