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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the grunge 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Q65,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.