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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Outsiders to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Nico,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.