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 Palau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the grime 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.