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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Can,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.