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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Can,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.