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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.