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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.