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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Swans 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.