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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.