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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
The Names,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
John Holt,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.