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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.