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 Cambodia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Soft Machine to the funk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey 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?
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Index,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.