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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Davy DMX to the jazz 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.