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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.