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 Moldova and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.