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 Philippines 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.