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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The American Breed to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.