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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 The Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.