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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
The Index,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.