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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Japan to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Whodini,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.