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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Tremeloes to the rap 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.