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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.