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 New Zealand and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Scion,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.