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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Wire,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.