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 Marshall Islands 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.