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 Samoa 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Aswad,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.