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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Nas,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.