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 Greece 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 punk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.