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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Technova,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.