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 Palau and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 The Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Moebius,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.