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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gladiators to the funk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
MDC,
Nico,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.