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 Qatar 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.