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 South Africa and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.