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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.