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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.