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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Magma to the crunk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.