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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.