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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.