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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.