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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.