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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.