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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.