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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fugs to the grime 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew 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?
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.