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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 the Normal to the disco 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.