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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.