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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.