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 Gambia and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
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.