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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.