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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.