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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Pylon,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.