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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.