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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.