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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Evens to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.