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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.