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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.