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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 snare 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.