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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 R.M.O. to the techno 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.