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 Mali and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.