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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
The Names,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.