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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Newcleus to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.