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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Lou Reed to the disco 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.