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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Ornette Coleman to the dance 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.