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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.