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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.