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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Golliwogs to the rap 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Skriet,
the Association,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.