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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Boredoms to the funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.