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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.