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 Gabon 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.