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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.