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 Pakistan 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 Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.