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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.