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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.