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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.