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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.