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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
The Litter,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.