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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.