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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.