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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.