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 Burundi and from New York.
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 Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.