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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 The Moody Blues to the disco 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.