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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
JFA,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.