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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 chamberlin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.