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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.