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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the rock 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.