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 Djibouti 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.