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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 E-Dancer to the techno 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.