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 Japan 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
UT,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.