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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Gong,
DJ Style,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.