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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.