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 Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 J.B.'s to the disco 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.