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 Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the funk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.