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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
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 Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.