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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Scion,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.