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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.