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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.