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 Nepal and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.