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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.