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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.