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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 The Cure to the jazz 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Nico,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.