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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Liliput 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.