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 Mexico and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.