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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.