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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.