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 Lithuania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.