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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.