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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the grime 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II 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?
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.