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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.