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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.