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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.