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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Human League to the rock 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare 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?
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
the Human League,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.