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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Moebius to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.