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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.