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 Suriname 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.