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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
UT,
MC5,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
the Human League,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.