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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.