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 Nicaragua 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.