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 Macedonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.