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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.