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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne 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 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science 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?
The Monks,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.