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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the jazz 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.