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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Henry Cow to the grunge 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.