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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.