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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rod Modell to the grime 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
X-101,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.