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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.