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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Can,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.