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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.