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 Burundi and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.