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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.