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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.