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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arthur Verocai 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.