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 Papua New Guinea 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.