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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Jandek,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.