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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.