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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Normal to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.