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 Switzerland 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.