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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 The Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.