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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Bush Tetras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.