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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Faust,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.