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 Egypt and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.