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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.