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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.