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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.