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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.