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 Venezuela 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Unwound,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.