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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Dead Boys to the techno 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
X-102,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.