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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
DNA,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.