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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.