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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the grunge 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.