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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.