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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.