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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
MDC,
The United States of America,
UT,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Echospace,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.