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 El Salvador 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Index,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.