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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Can,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.