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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.