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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gladiators to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Magma,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.