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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the grunge 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.