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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ossler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound 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?
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.