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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.