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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.