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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.