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 France and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Remains to the rap 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.