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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.