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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Kayak,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.