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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the techno 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.