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 Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.