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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.