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 Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
X-102,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.