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 Djibouti 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.