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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the crunk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.