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 Mozambique and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Terry Callier to the funk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Organ,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.