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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the rap 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.