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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Theoretical Girls 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.