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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.