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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.