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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 David McCallum to the crunk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.