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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.