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 Estonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.