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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the jazz 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Scientists,
JFA,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.