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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Axelrod to the rap 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.