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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.