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 San Marino and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
PIL,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.