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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.