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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Graham Central Station to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Wire,
Ten City,
Echospace,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.