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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.