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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.