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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.