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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.