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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.