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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Television,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.