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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.