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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Scion,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.