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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.