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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Beau Brummels to the rap 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.