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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T. Rex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Smog,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.