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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.