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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Dead C to the jazz 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Smog,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.