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 Burundi and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 In Retrospect to the grunge 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.