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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
AZ,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.