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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.