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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Funkadelic 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.