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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Wire,
UT,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.