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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 The Index to the dance 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Excepter,
X-101,
Lyres,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.