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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.