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 Dominica 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.