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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.