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 East Timor and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Magma,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.