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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Erasure to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.