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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.