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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Index,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.