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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Fela Kuti to the rap 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Television,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.