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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Mars 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.