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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Wings,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.