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 Burundi and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Wire,
JFA,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.