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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Nas,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.