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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.