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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.