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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.