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 Slovenia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Five Americans to the jazz 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.