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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.