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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.