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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.