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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Aural Exciters to the dance 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.