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 Fiji 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip to the grime 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.