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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.