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 Bhutan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the rap 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.