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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.