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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Derrick May to the funk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.