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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.