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 Antigua and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 CMW to the dance 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
X-102,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.