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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the dance 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
MC5,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.