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 Burundi and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Visage,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.