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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.