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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
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.