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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 10cc to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.