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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Television,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.