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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 David Axelrod to the dance 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace 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 disco 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.