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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.