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 Burundi and from London.
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 Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Cal Tjader 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.