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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Happenings to the jazz 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.