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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.