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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 jazz 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.