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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.