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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.