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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.