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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 American Breed to the funk 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 Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Can,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.