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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the jazz 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.