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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.