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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.