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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.