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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Lakeside to the techno 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.