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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.