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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.