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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.