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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Ituana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.