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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Grauzone 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.